2 comments/ 14679 views/ 0 favorites Girls' Weekend By: keelydurant Angela slowly immersed herself in the steaming water of the hot tub, the tad-too-hot water inching slowly up over her teal tankini bathing suit until she settled into the jetted seat. "Hmmm," she whispered, as she let her sore muscles and the embarrassment of her ski escapades of the day slip out of her consciousness. "Here's to friends." A full wine glass was thrust at her, which Angela grabbed and clinked loudly against the other two glasses held by her longtime friends, Karen and Jana. "You know that we're probably not supposed to have glass in this hot tub here," Angela cautioned, with very little care that they were breaking the rules. This was girls' weekend after all, and rules were meant to be broken. Angela took a much too large sip of the wonderfully mellow merlot and let herself slip back into the seat closing her eyes. "Ohhh, would you look at that," Jana breathed. Angela could hear male laughter and footsteps approaching the hot tub, but she refused to open her eyes. Jana and Karen were gawking, she could tell. She was tired and declined to be tempted. "Mmm, hmm." Karen laughed. "Those are the guys from the slopes today. Remember? Angela would remember, huh Angela." "Shit," thought Angela. She cracked open her eyes and looked. Sure enough there they were, including the tall dark-haired one. He had his back turned to the tub. Angela sunk lower. She was a horrible skier and was only here to spend some time with her friends. She had been skiing down the bunny slope that afternoon and had been unable to stop. Gaining speed and waving her arms frantically, she had slammed into the fence knocking the row of skis and poles down like dominoes. The skis, of course, had belonged to the three guys and they had busted a gut laughing at Angela, as she lay sprawled on the ice. The black haired guy had rushed over to her, lifting her awkwardly to her feet, her skis slipping out from under her. "Are you O.K., miss?" the stranger asked. Angela could tell he was concerned, but even he was laughing quietly and Angela's face had turned scarlet. He had to practically pick her up to get her standing. She leaned on his shoulder as he knelt down and undid the bindings of her skis, helping her slide her massive boots out, and crossing the skis together to hand to her. She had mumbled some thanks and some false words about how she was fine, and with the three guys staring at her, she limped off towards the chalet. Several cups of hot chocolate with shots of peppermint schnapps had done little to ease her mortification. At least her friends had not been there to rib her, but she had told them the story later. And now here were the same guys. She was secretly wishing that they would take a swim in the heated pool across the room, when she heard a voice. "Do you mind ladies, if we join you?" Angela squished her eyes shut and tried to disappear into the plastic seat. When she opened them, she noticed her savior slipping into the water. His body was taunt, muscular but without the bulk. He was wearing a grey nylon bathing suit that looked like boy shorts, the kind of bathing suit that she had seen once in a European magazine and the kind of suit that most American men would refuse to wear. He could definitely wear it though. Her eyes were drawn to his chest where short curly black hair covered pebble-hard nipples the color of her wine, the wisps of hair trailing down his lean, flat stomach and ending in.... Angela blushed hard. She was staring and she hoped that no one had noticed, especially not him. Karen was introducing the three of them. Angela gave a shake of her head upon hearing her name, avoiding the eyes of the man sitting across from her. The other two men gave their names, as the names flitted in and out of Angela's brain. "I'm Jay." The green-eyed stranger was now addressing her. She broke down and had looked; now that she looked him full in the face, she could barely pull her eyes away. His eyes were hazel with green flecks that sparkled with the lights gleaming off the water. His hair was a wavy black that framed his very angular face, his mouth turned down into a frown. "Are you O.K, Angel?" he questioned, looking intently at Angela. "My name's Angela," she said sharply, but then she immediately regretted her coldness. He was trying to be nice and he did seem to be genuinely concerned about her. Rather than react to her attitude, he smiled and winked at her. "I know," he said. The six of them sat in the hot tub, the girls drinking wine, the guys chugging down beer and chatting about the weekend ahead of them and their lives behind them. They were also in Colorado on a boy's only weekend, with the two other men celebrating a weekend reprieve from a list of "honey-dos." Jay was miraculously single. As he talked, Angela found herself starting to warm to him. O.K.-being on fire was more like it. He was smart, witty, and charmingly sexy. As much as she wanted to dislike him, she found that she could not. Before she knew it, half an hour had passed. "I'm going back to the room. I am turning into a prune," laughed Karen. She stood up and began toweling off. Jana stood up wordlessly behind her and grabbed her towel. "I'm going to stay in a minute," Angela said. She rubbed her neck as if that were any sort of pretense to stay behind. The other two guys stayed for a few minutes more, swilling the dregs of their beer and then they too jumped out, punching Jay in a boyish fashion, yelling behind them as they swatted each other with their wet towels, "We'll see ya in the morning." Angela sat staring at Jay awkwardly. "Come here." He waved his hand over to the now empty seat next to him. "Is your neck sore? Would you like me to rub it for you?" She slipped over to the seat next to him, gingerly sitting on the edge, and allowed him to begin massaging her neck and back. His fingers expertly kneaded, exquisite pain spreading as she could feel him working out knots that she never realized were there. After several minutes though, his touch became lighter, more sensual, his fingers grazing her skin. She became acutely aware of his touch and could feel heat spreading in areas far away from her shoulder. He stopped suddenly, his fingers resting lightly on her neck. "Would you like some more wine?" He grabbed the almost empty bottle and filled the glass resting on the side by her hand. Angela wanted to protest, but couldn't; she didn't need any more wine. Whether from the wine, the steamy heat from the tub, or Jay's touch, she felt dizzy and whirly. She grabbed the glass roughly, sliding back too fast into the seat, sliding on the plastic and spilling her wine all over her trembling hand. "Tsk, tsk," Jay chided softly, shaking his head with a smile. He took the drink with his left hand, setting it on the tiled rim of the tub, as his right hand slowly lifted her hand up to his view. Without warning, he slipped her sticky thumb into his warm mouth and began to slowly suck away the wine. Angela gasped at the intimacy of this movement, but could not move away. As his eyes firmly locked on hers, her host swirled his tongue deftly around her thumb, sucking gently, and then expelling her thumb slowly, his tongue dancing leisurely beneath her thumbnail, before finally pushing it out and into his strong grip. Angela could not speak; she felt strangely hypnotized by the erotic gaze of her rescuer. She should have been embarrassed or offended, but instead felt overpowered by her sexual urges and drunken with her desire for this mysterious man. Jay grinned and turning his eyes downward, bowing his head over her hand with a mock seriousness before kissing the back of her hand and releasing it to fall at her side. "Do you like that?" he whispered huskily. Angela could only nod. He played with her hair absently, as if he were thinking of something. "Would you like to go back to my place?" He looked down at her intently, his eyes searching her face for a reaction. Angela was floored. Her mind reasoned; of course, she could not go back to "his place." She knew what that meant. They just met after all. However, her common sense practicality was losing fast to her overwhelming desire to be closer to this man. His fingers were stroking her cheek and she felt at any minute she would melt into the hot water. "But... but your roommates," she muttered. "I have my own place," he said softly and then smiled assuringly. He stood up, quickly toweled off, and then held out his hand to lift her from the seat, much to Angela's relief as she felt paralyzed. Jay rubbed her gently with her towel, working the soft cloth over her shoulders and back, wrapping it gently around her. Angela slipped on her thong sandals as Jay dumped keys and change into his wet pockets; she followed him quietly through the lobby. "My cabin is outside the main unit," he explained as he held the door open and bits of snow blew in with the wind. "I'm going to pick you up so your feet don't freeze." He swung his towel around his neck and bent over abruptly, grabbing her off her feet. Angela let out a girly scream at first at being picked up in such fashion and then screamed even louder as Jay trotted across the icy snow, wind biting through her soggy towel. She could see a cabin off to the side of the bigger hotel. In fact there were several that looked to be part of the hotel with magnificent views of the snowy slopes and distant mountain peaks. Jay set her down on the porch, keeping one arm protectively around her as he whisked the key card through the slot, pushing the door open and propelling them through the door and into the middle of the living room. Beautiful light copper colored wood beams framed the ceiling, with rich wood paneled walls and a wooden lacquered floor almost completely covered with a heavily patterned thick wool western motif rug. Jay flipped on a switch on the wall and flames burst forth in the gas fireplace. Angela stepped up to it, allowing the warmth to penetrate her frozen skin, as Jay disappeared into the bedroom. He emerged carrying a down comforter which he spread on the floor behind her. He stepped on the bedspread to move up behind her, wrapping his arms protectively around her chest, and nuzzling with his teeth at the tips of her ears. Angela turned abruptly, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers sliding into the nape of wet curls at the back of his neck. He looked at her a moment, his eyes once again sparkling, green flecks picking up the light from the fire, but even more so from the flames of his desire for her, evident in the insistent hardness pressing through the grey nylon shorts. He leaned down, brushing her lips lightly with soft kisses, then becoming more forceful, his tongue slipping into her mouth, sweet, exploring, penetrating. She could feel his hands, warm against her skin, moving slowly up under her wet tank top suit, his fingers curling around her small breasts, squeezing gently. She held her breath as his fingers found her nipples, his thumbs rubbing gently over the peaks until they became hard nubs, then pinching slowly until her woman's mound pulsed with a longing to be touched as well. Jay pulled the top over her head, letting it drop to the coffee table, as he stared hard at her, his fingers lightly brushing over the outline of each breast and nipple. "You are beautiful," he breathed. Angela shrugged out of the bottom of her suit and lay back on the downy comforter, her arms beckoning to Jay to join her. Jay slid the grey shorts off, allowing them to drop to his feet as he stood over Angela. His body was beautiful in that exquisitely male way- all angular, his penis hard, jutting out from his lean body, which was posed to exude his own supreme confidence in himself while exposing his vulnerability to her hungry scrutiny. He knelt down beside her, lying against her side, his mouth moving to cover hers, his manhood hot against her leg, his hands exploring her breasts, moving slowly down to search cautiously between the warmth between her legs. "Man," she thought to herself smiling. "This was going to be a wonderful girl's weekend!" Girls Weekend It was a girls long weekend. Myself, and a few of my girlfriends would get together every couple of months and spend a long weekend away from the husbands, kids, and just relax. The weekends usually consisted of drinking, dancing, eating, and a lot of girl talk. This time I got more than I expected. On this excursion we decided to go to a small border casino town. It was a very quaint town, and several of the casinos had hotels attached. Most had a dance floor with a live band in the evening. The hotel we were staying at had a pool, so as soon as we arrived we changed into our bikinis and headed for the pool. We definitely got some attention from many of the gentlemen at the pool as the three of us walked by in our skimpy suits. I am 31, 5 foot 5 inches and weight 110 and have firm 34c breasts. I have long blonde hair, and blue eyes. My other two friends are both taller than me, brunettes and have very nice breast (thanks to implants). We found three lounge chairs, ordered drinks and enjoyed the beautiful day and the attention we were receiving. Occasionally we would jump in the pool, and when we would come out of the water our nipples would be very noticeable through the sheer fabric of our tops. We would give the guys a show as we walked by, tease them a little and then giggle about it while laying in our chairs. We spent most of the day at the pool, soaking in the sun and drinking cocktails. As evening approached we decided to grab a quick bite, shower and prepare for a night of dancing. Back at the room we opened a bottle of wine as we took turns showering and dressed for the evening. While we were getting ready we called our husbands to let them know we had made the trip safe and did the obligatory "wish you were here", and laughed after we hung up the phone. We each loved our husbands, but did enjoy our little girls weekend just to catch up on girl stuff, and relax. We hit a few casinos, played some slots, and then around 11 pm went to a casino that had a large dance area and a band that was playing some great dance music. We found a corner table, ordered drinks and chatted about our husbands, jobs, and our fantasies. Occasionally we would go out and ask a man to dance, or they would come to us, and we were having a great time. I was out on the dance floor as a song just finished, and as I turned around to go to my table I ran right into a very large muscular man. I looked up into a set of very dark brown eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. The man was about 6 foot 5 inches, athletic body, shaved head and very black. He smiled and apologized as another song started, and asked if we could dance. I was so taken with his eyes, his size, and color all I could do was smile and nod. It was a slow dance and I felt so small in his presence, but my god how intoxicating he was. The feel of his muscular chest, strong arms and his aroma made me weak and full of lust. As we swayed to the music he pulled me closer, the feel of his warm breath on my neck, his hands on the small of my back made me wet between my legs. I instinctively moved my hips in closer, and I could feel is cock. "Oh my god" is all I could think, as I felt this monster cock pushing into me. He wasn't hard, but the length of it seemed unimaginable, as it pressed against me. The song stopped way too soon, and I felt myself wanting more, but the next song was fast and honestly my knees were so weak at this point I could barely stand. He stepped away, flashed me a big smile and walked to his table. I returned to mine to find my girl friends out dancing, which was probably good because I needed time to think. I had never had any man effective me the way this one had. I ordered another drink and thought it might be best to call it an evening. As I was finishing my drink, he came up and introduced himself as Ty and asked if I cared to dance again. I couldn't say no, he offered me his hand and we went out on the dance floor. The song was slow and sensuous and I found myself working my hips into him just to feel his cock. The heat and wetness between my legs was intense and I was getting hornier by the second. As it happened the next two song were slow, and we never broke our embrace. His hands had moved down to my ass, as did mine on him and he occasionally would kiss my neck, and gently breath into my ear. I was on fire! After the dance he pulled me close and whispered "I am in room 831, hope to see you there in about 15 minutes." He flashed me a smile and walked away. I went back to my table and ordered another drink, trying to decide what to do, but deep down I had already made up my mind. My girlfriends were nowhere to be found so once my drink arrived I got up and walked towards the elevator. My emotions were running wild as I rode the elevator up. I was nervous, horny and scared to think what would happen...what I wanted to happen. Sipping my drink to calm my nerves the doors opened and I walked down the hall to his room. I stood at his door for a moment thinking what the fuck am I doing, when almost subconsciously I softly knocked on the door. Ty opened the door and my god what a sight. He was shirtless, and his body was toned. His abs were well defined, and his arms very muscular. His dark black skin seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the doorway and I absolutely knew I wanted this man. Before he could say anything I put a finger up to his lips, and walked him backwards into the room, and onto the bed where he sat down. I placed my handbag on the dresser, and leaned into him, kissing him deep on his mouth. I broke the kiss as I worked my mouth down his neck, to his chest, and to his nipples. Taking one in my mouth I sucked it, and lightly bit it, and then moved to the next. I then pushed him back on the bed so his body was on the bed, and his feet on the floor. I positioned myself between his legs and unbuckled his belt, and slide his pants and underwear down. I had felt his cock on the dance floor, but it did not prepare me for what I saw. His cock was still not hard, and it hung down between his legs and must have been at least 10 inches long, and as thick as my wrist. The veins on his cock stood out, and the head was enormous. His balls were smooth, and about the size of oranges and they hung loose under his enormous cock. I was kneeling on the floor and admired the cock as I stroked it to a semi hard state. I opened my mouth, but could barely get the head of cock in my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and got in as much as I could, sucking it in deep caused me to gag almost right away. I worked his cock with my mouth, but what I really wanted was that cock in my cunt. I stood up and removed my top, and then stepped out of my dress as Ty kicked off his pants and positioned himself on his back in the middle of the bed. I kneeled on the bed, moving over him and then straddled him. I picked up his heavy hardening cock and positioned it at the entrance of my cunt. I sat down slowly on his prick and gasped out loud as the head penetrated me. I continued to slide down on his massive cock, and I felt like I was going to split in two. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. I worked up and down, getting more of it in me each time down and the pain started to subside as I rode hard on his cock. It felt so fucking good I couldn't help but to moan like a fucking bitch in heat. I moaned and begged for more cock, but I was the one controlling the pace. I don't know how many times I came but with each incredible orgasm I fucked harder and deeper on his cock. I could tell Ty was close as he was bucking up each time I came down on him. He began to grunt and focused on my eyes as if to ask what now. I looked him in the eyes and begged for his cum, to cum deep inside my womb. With that he flexed and shot a tremendous load of cum deep inside me. I collapsed on his chest as I felt the cum run out of my cunt. I laid there for a minute enjoying the afterglow of a wonderful sexual experience, laying on his chest, and feeling his cock still in me. We were both wet with sweat, and I needed to get some air. As I moved off him, his cock popped out of me and another load of cum came out of me. I smiled and said I needed some air and a smoke. I got out of bed, went to my hand bag and pulled out a cigarette. I walked out to the balcony, not bothering to put any clothes on. Stepping out on the deck I could see the main strip and a large parking lot of the casino. As I was 8 floors up, nobody paid any attention to me. I lit the menthol cigarette and sucked the smoke in deeply, enjoying the fresh air and the taste of the menthol. The cool night air felt good and made my nipples hard. I exhaled slowly and leaned against the rail. I took a couple of more drags off the cigarette before I felt Ty walk up behind me. He hugged me from behind and I could feel that he was naked and his cock was hard again. He had me slide back a litte, and I raised my ass up as I leaned against the rail. I could feel him stroking his cock and then place it at the opening of my pussy. I sucked in deep on the cigarette, filling my lungs with smoke as he slide his cock inside me. "Ohhhh, god that feels sooooo good" I moaned, as I leaned more on the rail and pushed my ass back into him. Ty was aggressive and started to thrust his cock harder into my stretched wet cunt. He was fucking me hard, slamming that massive tool into me. It felt so good I started to beg for him to get it deeper, "Oh my god honey, give it to me, push it it deep... Oh fuck, ooh fuck, oh my god fuck me." I was getting wild, and losing control, fucking back into into him and screaming. My screams obviously got the attention of those below because when I looked down I could see several people looking up and pointing. This turned me on even more and I became more vocal as Ty continued to pummel my pussy. Wave after wave of orgasms swept over me. I wasn't sure if Ty was ever going to cum, he just kept fucking me harder and faster. Occasionally he would slowly pull almost out, and then thrust his cock back into me, fucking me deep. We fucked for a while out on the balcony and my knees were weak, I found myself leaning heavily on the railing. Then Ty stopped, pulled out of me, which I thought was a sign he wanted me to suck him off, but as I started to turn around he pushed me back to my previous position. I was confused until I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my asshole. Oh fuck, no, I have never done this I thought and started to plead with Ty, "please no, don't, I can't take that up my ass." He paid no attention to my plea and with one thrust his cock passed my sphincter muscle and into my bowels. The pain was mixed with pleasure as I was sure he had ripped my ass in two, but the the feel of his cock deep in my ass felt so fucking good. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit as his cock destroyed my ass. At this point I had became a slut, and I fucking begged for everything he could give. Out there on the balcony I gave a fuck less who was watching or what they heard, all I wanted was cock, big black monster cock, fucking me. My ass was a virgin, and with that it was tight and Ty did not last long. With a final grunt and a thrust of his cock deep into my bowels he came hard, pumping his seed into my ass. As he pulled out I involuntary farted, and cum just ran out of my gaping ass. I could not even walk, as Ty picked me up and carried me to the bed where he gently kissed me, and stroked my hair. I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke with a start and it took me a minute to figure out where I was. Ty was asleep next me, and looked gorgeous lying there. I quietly got out of bed and quickly dressed an left the room. I slipped into my own room, and got into the shower, I was a mess. My pussy was still dripping with cum, and my ass was so sore and had been ripped, as a little bit of blood was present. I crawled into bed and fell fast asleep. I woke late the next morning and my girlfriends were not there, they had apparently already went down for breakfast. I laid in bed thinking about what had happened, and immediately got wet. My ass was very sore, but the pain just reminded me of the incredible sexual experience I had with Ty. It had been the most amazing night of my life. We had one more night on our weekend get away and as I laid in bed, gently rubbing my swollen clit I wondered what would happen tonight... Girls' Weekend It was Friday. One more stop and my day was done. It had been a long week, but that is what being your own boss is all about. It was one of those projects for an owner that has a vacation house, and they were rarely there, so I didn't have the option of rescheduling. Supposedly, the a/c wasn't working right and they wanted to have it checked out. I rang the doorbell. It seemed that every light in the house was already on, and judging from the number of cars in the driveway, the house must be full of people. Emily answered the door. I had met her a few times before. She was one of those women, in her early forties that was just naturally attractive. She had a quiet demeanor, but had a naughty look in her eyes, something you don't see too often. As the door swung open, it bounced off the door stop. Right off I heard the chatter and laughter of other women come from the adjacent room. "Oh, come on in!" She said. "I am glad you were able to make it, and even on a Friday!" She appeared giggly or at the very least in an extremely good mood. I stepped in, and out of respect took my boots off. As I started saying: "I heard your A/C is giving you trouble...?" Around the corner, a tall woman, with lots of blonde hair appeared. "Nancy, please meet Kevin, our airconditioner guy." Emily said. Nancy reacted by enthusiastically offering her hand and leaning forward, showing off her low cut shirt. Giggly, she said: "So glad to meet you, Emily said you were coming." The three of us walked into the living room, and a quick glance into the kitchen showed why they were in such a good mood. Several bottles of wine on the table, some glasses, mostly half empty or better and three more women sitting on bar stools at the island. They waved and greeted "Hiiii" It looked like their wine party was already going on for a little while. Emily blushed slightly and said: "We are having a girls weekend, just for the holidays." Nancy added: "And we just finished listening to Emily's stories" as she winked to Emily with a smile that would tell a tale all by itself. Suddenly, I wasn't comfortable. "Should I come back some other time?" I said. "Oh, noooo!" Nancy and one of the other girls said from the island. "You may have just gotten here at the right time," the brunette said raising her glass while looking at Emily. Emily blushed to a deep crimson. "OK, now you got me curious." I said, trying to figure out what was going on. "Emily was telling us stories, fantasies really, and now I feel like betting." Nancy said, as she looked at me, then Emily, then back at me. Emily looked like she just died. "Husssshhhh!!" she uttered. Lots of giggle erupted from the kitchen island. Nancy stepped between the girls and Emily and I. She said: "She was telling us naughty stories." Oh, I had pretty much figured that out by now. Just like any male would have, by now, I had gotten way interested. I decided to go out on a limb a little and asked, "And by chance, do any of those stories include a guy, a stranger maybe?" Nancy, the tall blonde with the lower cut shirt, which she filled beautifully I must admit, put Emily on the spot. "Emily, that last story, was that built around this guy?" she asked with a grin that told volumes. Oh, this was not your average A/C service call, I thought to myself. A bunch of tipsy chicks and this blonde, wearing her skin tight low cut shirt and yoga pants, she was out to stirr it all up! "Hi, I am Lesly, or Les for short." The quiet brunette had made her way from the island to Emily, Nancy and I and somehow commanded respect. Her posture was proud, and made her look taller than she really was. The others were intently watching, anticipating really, what was going to happen next. Lesly appeared to be the ringleader of sorts. "What do you think Emily?" Lesly said. She continued: "We can make your dream come true." as she looked at Emily, but with a rapid glance at me, leaving me unsure who that sentence was directed at. Emily was shaking. The blush had worn off, but she was definitely running on adrenaline. "No way!" she exclaimed. The girls echoed it, laughingly. "Oh, first you get us all worked up over your fantasies about a stranger, or maybe a kinda stranger, and the things he might do?" "And then, you suddenly proclaim it was just talk?" Lesly asked, while looking at the island for support. "Yeah, Emily" Nancy said in a challenging tone, "You can't get our mind reeling and then let it all go with a hiss!" Lesly nodded at the others. "Maybe we have to create our own sizzle" as she moved closer to Emily while stalling and looking around to make sure the others were joining her. Emily looked around, a bit scared really, and started to apologize to me about her friends. "We have had a bit of wine, and just for fun..." She didn't get to finish her sentence. "Heyyy!" she yelled, as her friends, two, three of them grabbed her and dragged her off to the back of the living room. They opened a door and roughly worked themselves through it. While the commotion continued in the adjacent room, Lesly was still standing next to me and said: "Chance of a lifetime dude, are you in?" She didn't wait for an answer. She simply started walking towards the door on the far end of the room. Was she aware of the view she was presenting? Or was she curious herself as to what was going on in that room? It turned out to be the master's suite. On the bed there were three chicks holding down Emily. She was struggling for what she was worth, but she was way out-powered and didn't have much of a chance. As Leslie entered the room, she reached out at Emily and yelled: "Time to lose those boring clothes!" She reached for her neckline and with a loud Ggggg, it ripped. She obviously enjoyed just tearing Emily's shirt off. The others didn't want to be out-done and got working on her shorts and underwear. "Oh, look what a neat trim she keeps for her husband!" one of the other girls exclaimed. Like mine, I am sure all eyes in the room focused on the panties that were just forcibly removed. Well, nobody looked at the panties, exactly, but by now, the view was clear. WTF, this chick is married and I am here, watching all of this? My mind was reeling, but I certainly wasn't just going to run out. "Kevin, are you just going to stand there?" Lesly said teasingly. I wasn't sure what to think anymore. Oh, I knew that Emily had caught my eye before, and in my mind she had been in all sorts of places. But this, I would have never even begun to imagine... The other girls all looked at me, expectantly. "Remember what I said in the living room." Lesly said. She was obviously referring to the opportunity I had now, one that would not come by everyday. "Show her how she can't just tell us stories and then just walk away from it." She continued. She winked her head, smilingly, and without doubt about what she was saying. She went on to mouth the words: "R A... Her!" Meanwhile, Emily had gotten positioned more or less spread eagle on the bed, not being able to move, and presenting me with a view that engraved itself in my memory. Four smiling faces were looking at me. One was not smiling, mostly worried looking, but with that spark of enchantment in her eye... A split second later, my clothing was on the ground and I had my knees on the sheets. Emily struggled again, ferociously really, but to no avail. I stopped, not so much out of hesitation, but more out of appreciation of the sight. Emily was one of those that looked soooo much better naked than dressed. No amount of designer outfits would do her justice. Just that little wait was enough, I was ready. Ready, READY! I mean. Emily looked and squirmed. One of the other girls uttered "Oh, My!..." out of utter disbelief. "Think she is ready?" I asked, more to myself that to them. Nancy reached over, and without hesitation, reached with her finger inside Emily. "OOhh!!" several others said. Nancy simply said "She is way ready." as she smiled and grasped onto the arm she was controlling. There were many thoughts on my mind. I crawled closer, and as soon as I was in striking distance, my body took over my mind, and I plunged forward. A loud shriek from Emily resulted. I know, I could be in soo much trouble, but right now, I couldn't care less. Oh, and married no less, I was trespassing in ways I would have never imagined. I was having this chick, with her naughty glimpse in her eye, and with her natural beauty that as I learned then, was only barely hidden by her designer clothes during the day. I watched her boobs dance for me, as I moved her around. As I held her close, I simply let go and took any and all enjoyment I could get. She tried to struggle, but with 10 hands on her, she really didn't amount to much. It struck me suddenly, she never said "No"... "Don't make me pregnant!" she said. Oh, really? I thought, she isn't on the pill? Oh, that makes things interesting! With a mischievous grin, I whispered in her ear: "What are you going to do about it?" The girls just giggled out of control. "I am going to knock you up!" I said with a tone of victory. Meanwhile, she was starting to blush and pant. I was starting to pant as well. Slowly, steadily, unavoidably, she was reaching her climax. I said, while looking deep in her eyes: "I will race you for it." and quickened my pace. Her big tits were perfect, dancing with every stab. "MMoaughhhh" She uttered, with a look on her face that words fall short to describe. Her body tightened, convulsed really, and I knew I lost. As my orgasm rolled over me, I still felt like a winner, and shot off inside of her. Everyone relaxed. Grips were loosened, smiles were exchanged. A few deep breaths were uttered. Emily was the first one that spoke. "You fucker, you had to come inside of me?" "Now what am I to do?" I just smiled. "Oh, look at you and your arrogant smile!" she continued. And even though she just returned from heights higher than the Mont Blanc, she seemed mad. All that while she still carried that happy blush on her, she looked like she was 15 years younger. "You have nothing to worry about." I smiled. Emily took a deep breath and we all looked at the neat trim job on her. Something seemed to be oozing. "Actually, I am the one who is supposed to be worried." I said. "That husband of yours, what about him?" Suddenly, the naughty spark in her eye was back. "You just let that be up to me." She said while trying to look serious. The spark betrayed her though, as she looked at me. Girl's Weekend in New York City The following is an adult story, based on actual events. It is ONLY to be read by individuals 18 years of age or older. Names and locations have been changed for the protection of the people involved. * Since his hair had obviously not been trimmed for a while, it tickled the tip of Ann's nose every time she slid her mouth down the length of his shaft. She kept her mouth very wet and messy. The buttery pre-cum was oozing onto the back of her tongue, coating the back of her throat and the walls of her mouth. She looked up at the man she was sucking, whoever he was. He had his eyes on the ceiling. He was sighing and breathing more and more shallowly with every bob of Ann's head. She slid her head all the way back, removing his cock from her mouth with a "pop" emanating from her lips. She squeezed his rubbery hairless sack between her thumb and forefinger, forcing his balls to the front of his scrotum. Ann French kissed his balls until they were slippery and glistening. Afterward, she dragged the tip of her tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft from base to tip, before enveloping his cock with her mouth again. She looked beyond his hips and saw the other three me, stroking their cocks and waiting their turn in line. She knew this one would cum soon. Having become aware of her surroundings, she heard the moans and yelps of her friend Trish emanating from behind the closed bedroom door. She knew that Trish was getting it good. Ann has been married for ten years. Elijah, her husband, was her high school beau. Their families had been friends for a couple of generations and, after graduation from high school, their lives fit neatly together. Elijah got a job in a local factory and Ann went to Tioga County Community College. She received her Associate's degree and became a kindergarten teacher. Their sex life wasn't spectacular. Ann always complained to her friends that her husband was like a little child, always needing to be told what to do and when. Her favorite thing in the world is giving blowjobs, but she hated her husband's cum. He drank a lot of beer. His cum tasted nasty. Ann's favorite was to orgasm was the internal tidal wave she received from anal sex. Each and every time she did that with her husband, she made sure to let him know that she was letting him in her ass because his cock was very thin and short. Ann and Elijah bought a computer in the late 1990's. Ann's two closest friends, Trish and Laura, made sure that she was hooked up to the Internet. By 2001, Trish had Ann signed on to a variety of messaging, bulletin board and conferencing systems, like Yahoo, Paltalk and Literotica. While Elijah was at work they would sit there for hours online watching guys stroke their cocks on cam, having IM sex and, in some cases, phone sex. They were all highly entertained, giggling like schoolgirls. One day, Trish confided in Ann that she met a man from Schenectady through a website called Craig's List. She placed a personal ad, and they met purely for sex. It was the very first time that Trish had let a complete stranger cum in her ass, even if he did wear a condom. She told Ann every detail. It lit a fire in Ann, both between her ears and between her legs. Ann knew that she was going to cheat on her husband. Every second weekend in October, Ann went away with her friends on a "girls' weekend." Her husband had no objection. Every time she went away, he had the opportunity to watch porn and be free of her constant criticisms. Usually, the girls went to Albany. They would stay in a hotel, treat themselves to a day in a spa and a few fine meals. This time would be different. This weekend, Ann and Trish would take the train down to New York. Ann made reservations, using Elijah's credit card, at the Milford Plaza Hotel in Midtown Manhattan. They created several ads for Craig's List, announcing their intention to be "sluts for the weekend." They received over forty responses in one day. It required them to do some intensive screening on Trish's cell phone, but they eventually narrowed it down to ten guys. Ten guys they would meet and fuck. Elijah was told that they'd be seeing a show at the Royal Theater that Friday night. In reality, they were hosting a "meet and greet." It was their opportunity to weed out any apparent psychopaths, or otherwise undesirable man. Friday morning, they boarded the train, and began their journey down the scenic Hudson Valley to New York City. Ann had butterflies in her stomach the entire way to Penn Station. New York City was the perfect place for two girls from Tioga County to be sluts for the weekend. There are ten million people in the city, and none of them knew Ann and Trish. That was the beauty of Trish's plan. They traveled light. The blunt truth is that they didn't really expect to wear clothes for most of the weekend. They did, however, bring an assortment of panties, bras, stockings, vibrators, perfumes and makeup. From Penn Station, they took the famous A Train to Times Square. They checked in to the Milford Plaza. It was becoming very real for Ann. They spent the early part of the afternoon shopping for their big weekend in the local stores. They went to the drug store, and stocked up on Trojans, enemas and douches. Then they browsed the local adult stores, the last vestiges of the porn palaces that used to grace Times Square. The bought two big bottles of lube, and a couple of packets of "Herbal Viagra" that they found at the checkout counter. They were ready for the guys. Ann was determined to cheat on her husband. Friday's meet and greet went well. They all met at The Bull Moose, and the conversation between the nine of them seemed pleasant enough. A couple of men called Trish's cell to say that they couldn't make it that evening, but they arranged to meet them on Saturday. After Trish asked "who wanted to have some fun?", they all made their way over to the hotel, and up to the suite. The rule was that the guys were not allowed to keep their clothes on. They could only wear their socks. All of the clothes were piled in the closet for safekeeping. The men were mostly white, ranging in age from early twenties to mid forties. There was one Hispanic and one Asian, who couldn't have been more than twenty-one. Trish got the crowd going by declaring that she and Ann needed to be "warmed up." They chose two guys from the seven that showed and led them to the sofa. Ann and Trish sat on the sofa next to each other, and each slumped back into the cushions and spread their legs. The selected gentlemen began to eat the girl's pussies. It was a little weird for Ann and Trish. Before this moment, neither of them had seen the other completely naked, nor had they ever seen or heard the other having sex. Trish occasionally glanced over to see Ann pinching and twisting her own nipples while the tip of a stranger's sometimes forceful tongue played skillfully with Ann's clit. Both ladies were clutching the edge of the sofa. Ann noticed that her friend's playmate had his index finger all the way inside Trish's asshole. Gooey white femme cum stuck in his goatee as he sucked Trish's clit. As Ann's man tongued her clit, she felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom. She didn't want to stop. She worked through the urgency. It was the first time that she ever squirted. Trish came soon after. Trish selected three men, and took them into the bedroom. She wanted to try her first triple penetration. Ann stayed in the living room. She sat on the couch and made the remaining four guys line up so that she could take them one at a time. She told them that she wanted to see how much semen she could eat. She would suck each one off, over and over again, until she had her fill. They were not allowed to cum anywhere but in her mouth. Half an hour later, the first in line squirted his semen into Ann's mouth. She squeezed his balls to the front of his scrotum between her thumb and forefinger. He shot every drop in her mouth and his cock started to recede. Ann swallowed, and had the next in line step forward. The remaining guys in line were being kept hard by their own hands, expectation and the sound of Trish getting fucked behind the closed bedroom door. Ann gave them all magnificent blowjobs. Each of the four had been sucked at least three times. Each of the four had Ann's finger up his ass at least once. A couple had been sucked five times. They were completely spent. Ann's thought's drifted to how the Asian guy started saying "Oh my God" from the very first time she slid her lips and tongue on his cock. He came in under two minutes. All of Ann's blowjobs were hands-free. All of them had their cocks and balls bathed in Ann's saliva. All of them felt the tip of her tongue agitate the underside of their heads. Ann didn't get to fuck that night. She didn't need to. The guy's balls were sore. Her jaw was clicking out of alignment. The door to the bedroom opened, and the three guys exited. The men got dressed, and left. Trish flopped down on the sofa next to Ann. "I got my guts fucked out", Trish groaned, holding her stomach. She reeked of sex. Her once neatly trimmed pubic hair was matted. Her pussy and asshole were bright red, and leaking translucent flows of their cum, her juice and other bodily fluids. She had drying cum all over her face, body and hair. "Oh my God, I swallowed so much cum" Ann chuckled. She covered her eyes with her hand, unable to believe what she had just done. The girls slept well that night. Saturday went well. They were awakened by a telephone call from the front desk. The last three guys had arrived. Trish wanted Ann to experience what she had experienced the night before. Saturday was devoted to Ann. Trish became Ann's fluffer. The three guys used Ann hard. The fucked her for four straight hours. While Trish sucked one guy's dick, the other two ate Ann. One licked her pussy while the other licked her asshole. Ann couldn't contain herself. It turned out that they wasted their money on condoms. Ann let them all fuck her bareback, as Trish had done the night before. Ann was spanked, her hair was pulled, her tits were bitten, her sides were bitten and her ass was bitten. She had three loads of cum in each her asshole, pussy and mouth. By the end of the day, her bruises started to show. Ann found out what it was like to French kiss a man's asshole while cumming on two warm cocks at the same time. Ann lost all sense of time and space. Trish licked their dicks clean, and got them hard again for another round with Ann. The girls had champagne with dinner that night at Marseilles. They toasted each other. They slept well that night. The next morning, they checked out of the Milford Plaza. Throughout the entirety of the train ride up the Hudson Valley, Ann wondered how she would explain the bruises that were all over her body to Elijah. She and Trish debated over whether to tell Laura about the details of their weekend.